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[supernovaa-remnant]

saw a clip of wilbur from the denver show they just played.. letting go of tickets for that show continues to be the wound that never stops bleeding </3

[backtraf]

Tim grimaced as he cradled his arm to his chest and grit his teeth in pain. He had been walking home in the dark when a strange dog or wolf like creature had jumped out and bitten him hard enough on his arm it had broken skin. He had managed to beat the wolf off of him and it had run off back into the trees from where it came.

He felt sick and was trembling slightly from the pain, but he managed to finally make it home. Kelvin was going to have a field day when he saw him. Taking a deep breath, Tim pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Tim, you're late, I bought takeout almost an hour ago..." Kelvin stepped around the corner and immediately his eyes widened as he ran over to him. "What happened!?"

"Uh, I-I'm not exactly sure myself... s-some sort of dog maybe, I don't know... it came out of nowhere and nearly bit my arm off..." Tim was led to the kitchen table and sat down before Kelvin ran off to get first aid supplies.

He went about cleaning the wound, and the next day, he took Tim to get a rabies vaccine. The next month was... interesting. The wound on his arm healed abnormally fast, and they both chalked it up to the hospital visit and didn't pay much mind to it.

A month after he had been bitten, there wasn't so much as a small scar indicating that he had even been injured.

The evening of the 30th day, Tim sat, hunched on the floor, and a strange cramping pain came from all over. Kelvin sat next to him, hugging him and rubbing his back, listening to his heavy breathing.

"Tim... if this doesn't let up in the next hour, I'm taking you to the ER..."

Tim weakly shook his head. "I-I probably just worked out too hard earlier... I'll be f-fine..."

Earlier meant this morning, and Kelvin absolutely did not believe that he was cramping almost 12 hours later from it. But he quieted, knowing that arguing with him would not help. Kelvin looked to the window and watched the moon crest over one of the houses. As soon as it did, Tim stiffened in his arms, and he gasped out in pain.

A terrifying crack resounded through the small room, and Kelvin jerked back away from Tim. Fear shot through him as he watched Tim's chest and limbs contort. This was not normal. Your bones don't break out of nowhere like that, do they? He moved away from his boyfriend, terror gripping his heart as he watched Tim writhed on the floor in agony. It looked like he was dying, but Kelvin was frozen to the spot, unable to think as his breath caught in his throat.

Another series of snaps sounded, and Kelvin watched Tim's arms and legs stretch out abnormally, tearing his clothing. Wiry hair began growing along his limbs and what he could see of his chest. His face began to elongated into a muzzle with sharp teeth. An inhuman growl ripped from his throat before he suddenly turned to face Kelvin, who was currently on the floor, trembling in fear and staring up at the beast in front of him.

"T-T-Tim?" All he could feel was terror as he stared into the unrecognizable face of what he thought had been his boyfriend.

Another growl emanated from Tim's throat as he stalked towards him, teeth bared. Kelvin tried to call out his name again, but his voice caught in his throat. With a quick lunge, Tim snapped his jaws at Kelvin's throat, and, being in shock as he was, Kelvin struck hard and true with his fist into the side of the wolfish face.

A whimper, sharp and loud, suddenly squeaked out of the terrifying form, and Kelvin probably would've laughed had he not been so scared. The pointed ears flattened against his head, and he quickly backed off, head ducked in submission as he moved into a corner of the room, away from Kelvin.

The absurd behavior brought forth a laugh that sounded like it could've come from someone slowly losing their mind. That's certainly how Kelvin felt in the moment. Fear still holding him in a vise grip, he took a stuttering step forward.

"Tim?"

The wolf's ears twitched at the name before the huge head turned to look at him again. A strange sadness was in his eyes, and Tim whined as though he regretted what he had done.

Swallowing down his fear, Kelvin made his way over to the wolf and hesitantly reached out, ready to pull his hand back at a moments notice should he show aggression again.

"Are you in there?" Kelvin asked tentatively.

Another whine left Tim's mouth, and he nudged the hand gently as though in apology. Kelvin let put a shaky breath and sat next to him.

Jokingly, Kelvin asked. "So, no ER?"

Tim fixed him with an unimpressed look before his ears flattened against his head again.

"We'll figure this out... together."

[bloggerfromouttaspace]

The power of privacy

I like to believe the worst is yet to come and the unknown future probably will be better. That is because of my reasoning to self doubt and care about myself more than I do others.

I used to be a person that is so simp that would take any hatred and yet become so helpful to strangers I don't even know but understand. The understanding is how I became a man, the strangers were the ones that i could never understand.

We all live in a catastrophic world of natural disasters and all we hope for in this world is peace and abundance of joy, but how ? Indulging in sins from the Holy Bible for instance never seemed harder yet everyone prays for it, a poor family struggling and maintain stomach with rent still repents just to have a position around other people in life, in the end to only become strangers again.

There is a dad joke and a mother's saying I'll share with you today, the mother's saying goes "Don't talk to strangers, strangers are dangerous." , with a simple dad jokes that rhymes with, you hurt my daughter, I'll hurt your face, because I'm chuck norris etc...

In the end the repentance and blessings we inherit are what we actually truly need and that is written in our faith by God. But why does sins looks and feel easy, yet those people still live astonishing lives? They cry more than the make up they put on, the face the show the world, is the tear drop of their image that they cover every time.

That is why there's good and evil, in mordern terms, the balance of both is essential to deal with devils that are humane and living as different types of species on mother earth.

There is an uncommon and a complete opposite side to avoid and resolve this issue, if you have to many friends you care what they think about. You thoughts become their voices, so when your world becomes theirs, their voices run and gun inside your minds as thoughts. That is why being independent is important, saying NO. Is important.  Conservative germs and energy leads to better happiness that a fuck for a night that could bring you more make up and heart ache, probably a gym membership and discount cards for shopping to..

Being private and leaving people thinking you are mysterious is a great way to end a base with your image and create a new form of identity. It's like look he is here, he is there. He was here, he went there. Now he is here, now this is present. The mysterious part is I could've crawled off the walls like Spiderman and they would've bought it.

The more mysterious you are, the more attention you let out that usually comes back around in the end. People become envious and jealous, they tend to stalk you and make sure they learn everything about you so it contributes to their self isolation and mental health focus to grow after spotting on your performance of hustle and growth 💯 If you look at it under serpent law of Judaism, the law of attraction here is completely useless for both parties because it ends up in sadness and deep thought mental isolation over jealous and envious eaves drops rather than positive straight towards conversations. If you have to meet a stranger, meet one that doesn't want to say Hi, a hint to help your gut movement ladies. The more you push around them, the more you know you win in the argument of life later on in life.  😉 But choose your peers, Manchester United is not having a good season.

Being private is awesome if you are a nobody though, if you are a drop out, if you do not have qualifications.

Being private fights every words the opposition makes in regards to knowledge and the manual of life. In between both parties, regardless how much money is on the line....

[tetsutits]

⌗ hurt/comfort. dom ran. mild toxicity. fluff. arguing. mentions of brothels. n.sfw but no smut - mdi. @tokyometronetwork tr masterlist

"baby, c'mon—why wont you just look at me?"

"i'm tired of this, ran," you cry out as you make your way into your shared penthouse, throwing your heels that he bought you haphazardly across the foyer, "i'm-i'm tired of your lies, tired of being manipulated all the time, it's not fucking fair to me,"

you don't look back at him, continuing to walk straight into the bedroom, your blood feels like hot fire as it boils in your veins.

"aren't you listening to what i'm trying to say?" he replies, feeling his frustration build, "she means nothing to me."

he trails behind you, stopping the bedroom door with his fist when you almost slam it into his face, "you say it every time! and you even told me you blocked her—you didn't need to lie to me, ran." your voice cracks and you start feeling a lump build in your throat. the feeling of betrayal sinks deep into your bones and it takes everything inside of you to not break down in front of him.

"princess—"

"you don't get to call me that." you cut him off, brows knitted together, and as much as you tried holding back your tears—you felt them bead at your lash line, blurring your vision, threatening to fall.

he sighs, clenching his fist. he makes no effort to move from his place by the door of your shared bedroom. he watches as you pace around the space, stripping yourself of the silky, tight dress you wore to the dinner date he took you out to.

he'd be lying to himself if he said it didn't make his blood run south.

"and you gave her the freedom to call you whenever! it's almost like you want her to call. honestly, ran—i feel stupid for trusting you," you ramble, and he lets you. watching as you run around the room putting things away, and making sure your face is turned away from him as you talk.

if this was any other time—he'd punish you for raising your voice and giving him an attitude. but this time, he lets you pour your heart out—wanting to hear all of your pent up emotions.

"i just—i don't know what there is about her, th-that i don't have, i don't-" you feel a large hand suddenly grip your face, cutting you off, firmly squishing your cheeks together. he forces you to face him.

"you done?" he asks, violet eyes staring down at your teary ones.

"fuck off-" you try turning your face away from him but his grip doesn't waver. it keeps you in place, right where he wants you.

"look at me when i'm speaking to you." his fingers dig into your cheeks, but not hard enough to hurt you, "i asked, are you done?"

you sniffle, choosing to look anywhere but his eyes. your heart burns and aches in your chest, and the growing lump in your throat hurts.

"is t-there something i lack?" you whisper, and the tears finally fall. they travel down your cheeks, wetting your skin.

ran's eyes grow soft as they look at you. his thumb that rests on your cheek wipes away the tears under your eyes—not caring that his palm is getting wet.

"oh, baby," he says softly, the corners of his lips turning down at the sight of your tears. he doesn't like seeing you cry, especially if it's because of him. "you're everything i've ever wanted."

"it doesn't seem like it, ran," you say, your watery eyes finally meeting his, "you can't keep doing this to me," your voice wavers, and more tears continue to fall as you try your best to choke back a sob.

he takes this moment to fully admire you—your eyes, the way your lashes darken with the tears, your lips glossy and puckered. and all he can think is—

he is so lucky to have you.

"she's nothing to me. but you? my baby is everything to me," he says, "i was only speaking to her because she manages one of the brothels i own."

you look away, but his eyes never leave your face, "'n my baby has nothing to worry about."

you stay silent for a moment, thinking about "we could've avoided this is if you just told me."

"well if you would've given me a chance to talk this would've been over a lot sooner," he laughs softly.

"you really know how to get me worked up, huh?" his hold weakens, fingers lightly tracing your face. "silly girl, you know i love you so much, right?"

you feel heat rush to your face at his words, and you roll your eyes playfully. "oh? well i don't know-"

"hush, you little crybaby," he says, smiling at you.

"she could never be you, she could never do this to me," he takes your hand with his free one and guides it to the obvious bulge in his pants, "see what you do to me?"

you laugh, sniffling and wiping your tears, "you're just saying that to cover up the fact that you got hard over me yelling at you.”

his grin widens, "can't help it, you're so hot when you're angry." he loosens the grip on your face and instead, cups your cheek with one large, calloused hand.

"i'm sorry for lashing out, i was just–frustrated," you tell him, fidgeting with your fingers.

"you better be," he smirks, "if this were any other time, i'd take you over my knee for raising your voice at me."

you visibly shudder, reminding yourself that he really isn't joking.

"c'mon, pretty girl, join me in the shower?" he pulls away from you, turning his back and walking towards the master bathroom while unbuttoning his white dress shirt. the fabric slowly peeling away from his body.

you don't reply to him, choosing to watch him slowly rid himself of his clothes, his broad shoulders flexing with every movement. you trace the large, black tattoos that litter the entire half of his body.

you join him. again, and again—he shows you how much he truly loves you the entire night.

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[vexelier-suix-cipher]

"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

===

Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

=

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

[lokisprettygirl]

My Queen is back....and delivered this fantastic chapter *boom*💥👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🎉. After re-reading chapter 44(sorry I had to do it first😆) I was right back into the mood for the Bodyguard and Baby....how much I missed them🥺 🤗🥰💚❤️

And to tell you the truth...I cried, tears rolled down my cheeks 😢😭.

....and I screamed and cried and screamed again...what a chaos of feelings.

The first thing I want to say is, I'm so glad that y/n didn't push Loki away and that she tried to see it positively...if the decisions were made differently they would never have met. She tried to understand why he did what he did. It hurts that she thought (only for one moment but she did) Loki could've cheated on her and worse, that he could bring her back to Rocky and Steve. But they really have grown and their relationship and love has grown too. This is very important and necessary in this new confusing situation.

Finally y/n knows the truth now, that her Mum and Bruce are alive. What a shock, indeed. So many emotions : relief, hate, love, anger, happiness, incomprehension, confusion... and they're all understandable and relatable....and an unread letter.

And here it becomes complicated for me. It's in my nature to always have a look at the both sides of the coin. I can understand her mother and Bruce and I can understand y/n too. I would've yelled at my Mum too...'why, are you serious, what the hell?' and wouldn't let her touch me. Y/n went through hell and back and nothing can ever conceal her suffer, pain and the scars in her heart and in her soul. It will always be a part of her life and more or less painful.

But her Mum suffered too. She did and still would do everything for her daughter. But in the end she's a woman, a human being and the fact that you're a mother cannot mean you give yourself up completely, that you sacrifice everything at the expense of your own health, physically and mentally. A Mother's love is endless and regarding the circumstances she had to go. She wrote the letter, she never had the intention to hurt her daughter or wanted to leave her behind, let her stay in the hell she successfully escaped. She wrote the letter and bought the train ticket in the good faith, y/n would definitely open the letter and read it. I think she didn't expect her to read it not. They should've talked, yes but she and Bruce thought, they did it the right way and the less even the people close to them know the better it is. Their plan was risky and dangerous. (And by the way, Loki and baby did it the same way, the only difference was there was no child involved).

For them it seemed to be right back then to write this letter....they were wrong, but it's human, right? How painful must it have been for them when y/n didn't come to live with them, decided against it (in their opinion). And they accepted it (they didn't know it better) because y/n was an adult, able to make her own decisions. And here's the next point...y/n had it in her own hands, it was her decision to NOT open/read the letter. And yes, I absolutely get her reasons. She was so afraid, so afraid to lose her Mum completely ....little did she know.

In the end our lives are the summary of the decisions we made, chances we took or took not and at some point we have to deal with it....and make new decisions again and again, good or bad ones, right or wrong ones, we'll never know.

Y/n definitely needs some time and space now and they definitely need to talk...they need to talk a lot. Fortunately Loki is there and y/n can always count on him, I'm sure. And maybe he's going to be a mentor for all of them.

For y/n I hope deep inside she knows and feels her mother always loved her and never intended to hurt her and wanted to send her through that hell. For her mother I hope y/n is able to forgive her, not forget but forgive and that they can have a new beginning, as a happy family ...they all deserve it. Also I'm sure some things we can only understand when we have children on our own.

What a chapter, my Queen👑. I'm hooked and completely all in again in this fic, can't wait for the next one. Love youuuuu 😘💚

P.S new chapter is up? Sorry I'm late at the party again 😂😂

She's definitely growing and learning to trust him more and more, she knows that he'd never want to hurt her and that's what made her not flip out on him for keeping the truth away from her. Once you have been hurt and betrayed it's really hard for you to believe the kind of pure love loki has for her, she was immensely loved by Peter until one day she was not, he was her everything and then he just abandoned her, that kind of rejection sits with you.

I try and see it from her mother's perspective too, she was tormented and if it wasn't for them running away she would have had the same fate as what she faked, she obviously wanted to take her daughter but the letter didn't serve it purpose and they thought she didn't want to come with them, she wrote in the letter that If y/n would choose to not go with them, they'll understand and they just thought that's what had happened.

Y/n is also not at fault here, she was 19 at the time and she had just seen her dead mother and that solidified her decision of not wanting to open the Letter because she felt that the moment she does she'll lose the last bit of her mother, she feared that she'd be all alone and that changed when she found someone like loki who was there for her emotionally, that's when she felt strong enough to finally let go.

They all deserve a happy beginning as I like to call it ☺️☺️

Love you my dearest 🥰💚

[allexday]

jennie; perhaps you had reason to not notice in the beginning, when your bank account had five hundred extra dollars in it. it could've been a mistake, you thought. though when you filed to get it checked out, they insisted that the money deposit was on purpose. you were stunned, but you brushed it off.

there was no reason to not take advantage of the situation, so you treated yourself to your favorite food and bought some of those clothes you'd been wanting for a while.

however, you started suspecting things when the school called to tell you your entire tuition had been paid for. and then not even two days later, you got the call telling you your rent had been paid for the entire year, as well as your car fees.

although everything seemed too good to be true, you weren't necessarily upset about the recent changes.

not until you realized just who was sending ten thousand dollars every week to your bank account.

you admit it had been hard to track down. but she was the only one who could possibly be responsible for everything. you weren't mad, hell, you weren't even going to confront her. however, when you found out your apartment building had been bought by her, as well as your place of work... that was the last straw.

"ah, y/n, I didn't think you'd be here at this time of night," jennie opened her door, letting you inside of her massive penthouse. you were used to the marble floors and ceiling-to-floor windows, but seeing jennie in her silk robe was another thing entirely.

"ah, jennie," you mumbled, glancing away while pointing at her figure. she smirked, quirking a brow. "what is it, have you never seen a female's body before? come on now, we're best friends. no need to be shy,"

as she walked to set her glass of wine down on her stainless counter, you took a deep breath in. now was the time.

"jennie, I know it's you,"

you noticed how she chuckled at your words, winking at you.

"oh? haha, guilty. I knew you'd figure out I got us to be the next two new vogue models but I didn't figure it'd be this soon-"

"what? no! jennie, I know you're the one paying for everything! you're the only one I know who has that much money, and I want you to know that this isn't cool. you should've asked me first before doing any of it!"

your voice was slightly raised as you explained yourself, not noticing how she was beginning to frown.

"plus, you know I would've said no! I mean, giving me extra money to help me out when I need it is not the same thing as paying off my debt! or hell, buying the apartment building I live in!" you breathed, catching your breath. "it's like you're obsessed with me all of a sudden. you shouldn't be in this many parts of my life,"

you noticed she was clenching her teeth, and she no longer looked happy.

"you sound really ungrateful, you know,"

"wha-what?" you stuttered, surprised by her angry tone.

"it's not like that y/n! I'm your friend and wanted to do something for you, it has nothing to do with my feelings for you! stop acting like I'm in love with you!"

you were stunned by her words. she was glaring at you, absolutely furious, as she continued going off about how it was crazy to think she even liked you.

"do not even get me started on how poor you are! the fact that someone as powerful as me is even associating myself with you is what's really crazy y/n!" her words hit you, making tears well up in your eyes. however, she was so blinded by rage that she didn't see.

"you're a nobody, you know that? no one even knew your name before I started talking to you. and even then, they only fucking talk to you because you're my best friend!"

tears rolled down your cheeks as you soaked in her words. despite how rude and cruel they were, you knew, deep down, they were true. you've always known that you indeed would not be as successful if you were not friends with jennie. despite that, you took pride in everything you accomplished. you still worked just as hard, perhaps even harder than others, to get where you are now.

she suddenly stopped, her eyes wide as she looked at you. you were trembling, shoulders shaking, and face red. you were embarrassed and hurt. she was supposed to be a friend, and all she ended up doing was insulting you.

"y/n-"

"I think I should go. since you don't need me,"

you turned to leave, walking a few steps before jennie began rushing to you. she grabbed your arm, her grip tight and desperate.

"wait, where are you going, no,"

you shook her off easily, pushing her off of you. "there you go again, always demanding things. don't touch me," you didn't spare her a glance as you walked to the door.

she was breathing heavily, feeling as if the walls were closing in on her. her heart was racing as tears began slipping down her cheeks. what had she done? she didn't mean any of it. none of it.

"no, y/n, please," you ignored her, reaching for the doorknob.

"I love you, you fucking idiot!"

you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. what... what did she just say?

she was sobbing, looking desperately at your back.

"I've even in love with you for so long! you didn't even fucking notice,"

it took a few seconds, but as you registered her words, you sighed.

"if this is what you call love, I want no part in it,"

then you left. just as quickly as you came, you were gone. you had slipped through her fingers, and as soon as her door shut, she was left in the silence of her thoughts.

no. this can't be happening.

as she cried, she suddenly had a realization. something she had never thought of doing before, but now considered it the only choice available.

she reached into her robe's pocket, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number.

"yes, the person leaving. bring them back up here. knock them unconscious if you have to, I... I don't mind. just... just be gentle, please,"

she ended the call with a somber face. she wiped her tears, fixing her appearance. it wasn't over, she told herself.

she had enough power in the world to do anything. so why the hell was she spending it all on you?

it must be love, she thought. stupid love that she wishes she wasn't in.

that was a lie, however.

she would do anything for you. and if she did have a choice, she wouldn't hesitate to choose the euphoria she feels whenever you smile.

[leiainhoth]

Work summary: For so long, Din fought the reality of giving the child up, giving him to the jetii and moving on. He had prepared for it, packed a bag and left it all behind, so his son could have the life he deserved. All until he didn't have to. Or the one where Luke rescues Grogu on Tython, and Din rescues Luke in return.

Chapter summary: Din, Luke and Vanth meet with the Marshal of Mos Espa; they meet unexpected allies and face unprecedented dangers.

...

Luke's eyes widened, his heart beating wildly in his chest. His companions' thoughts and feelings littered his surface consciousness, and Luke fought to push past them. The Mandalorian was frozen beside Luke, his thoughts shifting rapidly from one to another. Behind him, tucked in the cloth bag the baby travelled it, Grogu was afraid, confused by the sudden burst of anxiety from his father. Luke sent a wave of calm to the child, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't raise a fuss and make his presence obvious.

Luke looked over at Vanth, his expression wide and afraid, his hand frozen on the butt of his blaster. Luke had suspected that the Marshal was frightened of Fett; his reaction to Luke's vision was telling of just how much havoc his reappearance could reap on Tatooine. What would become of places like Mos Pelgo with a front-loaded crime syndicate on their planet? What would become of the Tuskens should Fett grow tired of them?

Luke had heard of this and worse from the Alliance before Leia had killed Jabba all those years ago. He had seen for himself the way the Hutt's dealt with their enemies, how they were the go-between, the middlemen for crime syndicates spanning the galaxy. Tatooine was a quiet place, a backwater planet far out of scope for many. It was dangerous, but most places were this far into the Outer Rim. And despite what he felt, what he thought and the bad memories surrounding Tatooine, it was his home. This was where he was from, and now that he'd returned, he'd be damned if he didn't defend it.

Luke squeezed the Mandalorian's wrist and took a step forward, levelling his stance and holding his lightsaber hilt with a loose grip. "You're trespassing here,"

Fett scoffed, his voice achingly deep and familiar behind the helmet's modulator. "Skywalker,"

"Fett," Luke said, hoping his voice sounded more the Jedi master and less the Tatooine farmboy. "Where is the Marshal?" Luke continued, putting a mild influence through his voice.

"Just here," a voice sounded from behind Fett. Luke turned to look as a figure rose from the head of the table and removed their hood. "I'm well, there's no need for animosity,"

"Are you well?" Vanth asked, his voice entreating and careful. "Can you speak freely?"

"Yes," she said, dusting off her robes. She was tall, with a broad face. But her eyes were kind, and when Luke focused, she was calm, relaxed. She hadn't been forced or coerced. Whatever it was that she was doing with Fett, she had chosen to do it freely.

"You have nothing to fear from her, little  jetii,"  Fett said, crossing his arms over his chest, his body turned towards Luke. "The Marshal is not being held against her will," he continued, pressing a closed fist against his breastplate. "On my honour,"

From beside him and within, through their bond, his companion pushed towards Luke with intention. Their bond was so new, and even with physical touch to ground it, Luke felt a flush of resolve as the Mandalorian pressed his thoughts into Luke's mind.

Don't be afraid; let him speak.

" Su cuy'gar, vod,"  his companion said carefully, taking another step forward.

" Su cuy'gar,"  Fett replied companionably, taking the Mandalorian's forearm when it was offered.

"Skywalker had a vision of you retaking the syndicate on Tatooine," the Mandalorian said, his voice steady despite the rush of uncertainty Luke felt through their bond. "We have come to confirm your intentions."

Fett levelled his gaze towards the Mandalorians, and Luke felt the intensity of his glare behind the visor.

"I've retaken the syndicate; that much is true," Fett said, releasing his grip. "But the old way is gone. I am the king of an empire in my name. You have nothing to fear from me."

Luke shifted his feet, unsettled for reasons he had no explanation for.

"I meant what I said,  vod,"  Fett said, taking a step closer to the Mandalorian, and Luke struggled to stay still and not ignite his sabre, no matter how much he wanted to. "You returned my armour; I owe you a debt. You needn't have run from me; I could've helped you,"

"Skywalker is afraid of you," the Mandalorian said, the bite in his tone painfully apparent. And then, "You worked for the Empire,"

Fett nodded and then did something that Luke didn't expect and removed his helmet. The face beneath it was startling, mottled with scar tissue and burns. But his eyes were levelled and sincere. Beside him, he felt his companion tense and turn away, a burst of shock blinding Luke through their bond. Luke turned, but the Mandalorian averted his gaze, his body tight and unresponsive to Luke's touch.

"In regards to your  jetii ,  vod,  Solo sent me tumbling into a sarlaac pit. I was trapped for days, slowly digested and up to my neck in poison. I'd say our grievances are shared, but unnecessary. I hold no hard feelings for the boy,"

"Then why have you come?" Luke shot back.

Fett shifted his feet, holding his helm loosely under his arm. Three of his guard stood ready behind him, armed and ready, but the woman Luke had noticed on  Slave I  was curiously absent. "Because I wish to offer my assistance. Tatooine has nothing to fear now that the syndicate is under my hand."

"Have you occupied Mos Espa?" Vanth asked.

"No," Fett said, his buckles on his armour jangling as he shifted his weight. He stopped, the t of his visor turning towards Vanth with something peculiar in his stance. "Cobb Vanth— you had my armour,"

The air of the room cooled in an instant, becoming tense and still. Luke pressed a finger into the Mandalorian's pulse point, sending waves of calm and peace to both of his companions. He felt their fear and let it roll over him like the wind, flitting through his thoughts and emotions before releasing it. Fear wouldn't serve them, not here.

"Bought it off some Jawas," Vanth said, standing tall and strong. There was a touch of something in his tone, not quite… not embarrassed, sheepish? Boba Fett's armour was legendary; Luke would've known it the moment he saw it. But someone like Vanth, how could he have known? The Mandalorians were almost extinct; armour and a jetpack to Vanth were just that, tools he could use to survive. And he had treated it well from what his companion had told him, relinquishing it with honour when their deal was complete. Fett's armour had been repainted, the  beskar  olive green, maroon, and golden, the majority of the scuff marks and blaster residue wiped away. His vision had been startlingly accurate, down to the last detail.

"It was my father's armour before it was mine," Fett said, his words firm but not unkind. "I'm grateful to see it returned. You have my thanks."

The air lifted as if sucked through an airlock, leaving Luke feeling unsteady and breathless. Was this what he had been so afraid of?

Fett worked for the Empire,  Luke thought, fighting to steady his increasingly unsettled thoughts.  He worked for Vader, he's a king, the leader of the syndicate…  Luke tried to steady his heart rate, to not confuse kindness with morality.

And despite what I feel, Fett's no friend of mine.

"We've come to warn the Marshal," Luke said, his voice steady and calm. He sent another wave of resolve to the Mandalorian before turning towards Fett. "We came to warn her about you retaking the syndicate."

Fett levelled his gaze on Luke, but he held his gaze, refusing to back down first.

"Have you ill intentions for the Marshal or its inhabitants?"

"If you want to know my business, you will," Fett replied. "But I have matters to take care of, signing a treaty and securing peace in Mos Espa. I hold no animosity towards you or your companions. I keep my word,"

"And what word is that?" the Mandalorian asked, and Fett chuckled, his face steady.

"Been following you,  vod ," he said, crossing his arms. "You're a tough man to find,"

Luke stopped short, his breath heavy in the air. This whole time, their entire journey… Fett had been looking for them this  whole time?

"I had people looking, of course," Fett continued, looking over at the Mandalorian with a blank expression. "Mercenaries and hired guns, but mostly Fennec. She's been tailing you since you left Mos Pelgo,"

"Our deal was complete," the Mandalorian said. "You protected the child and reclaimed your armour. Our business is our own; you could have left with honour,"

"Fennec was discreet, as you remember," Fett continued. "I've heard whispers since returning to Tatooine, rumours. I wanted to discover for myself if they were true."

"What is your business in Mos Espa?" Luke said sharply.

"Same as you, I'd expect," Fett said. "Supplies and a stiff drink. There has been talk of Imps, I came to investigate,"

The Mandalorian tensed, drawing the cloth bag behind him almost if by instinct. The child had been silent and still, but Luke could see the curve of a green ear before he was tucked behind his father's cape.

"And I've since heard rumours that the Imps are after a baby," Fett said, and Luke's eyes snapped up to meet his companions, who froze, one hand clutching the strap of Grogu's carrier. "A child who escaped capture on Tython a week ago on my ship, which has since been discovered on Tatooine."

Fett let his helmet fall to the table with a thump, his expression heavy. "I swore to protect the child in exchange for my armour. I mean you no ill will. But the imperials are coming, and it's past time that you were gone,"

"I have no transport," the Mandalorian said, enunciating carefully as if he was frustrated, irate. "We can't leave,"

"Behind the arena, there is a maintenance bay," the Marshal said quickly, rising from her seat and making steps towards Luke and the Mandalorian. "It is old; I cannot guarantee that it will start— it's a relic, a transport from the Clone Wars. But if it does, take it and leave with my thanks. Your cause in coming here was noble," her eyes caught the satchel, and Luke stepped in front of the Mandalorian, shielding the child from view. "And it won't be forgotten,"

Luke turned to face his companions, realizing with a grim sort of satisfaction that many matched his own. He was fearful, apprehensive. Would Fett keep his word? Surely, his coming to Mos Espa and his appearance on Tatooine was not the ill omen they thought it was. His intentions were noble, intentional. Careful, even. Luke took a step towards the table and moved the loose flimsi aside; there were bills of trade, receipts, lists of known contacts. Fett may have been a bounty hunter, a criminal, an imperial sympathizer. Surely he had been on Vader's payroll. But now? Perhaps he wasn't any of those things.

"I misjudged you," Luke said finally, clipping his sabre on his belt with an air of finality. For the first time in his adult life, maybe for the first time  ever,  Luke felt tall in his stance, sure in his footing. Fett wasn't here for the child; he was here to protect him. He was here to reforge Tatooine in his image, and whoever Boba Fett was now, he was an ally and no enemy of theirs.

Luke felt a hand, gentle and entreating, grip his wrist. The Mandalorian's stance was open, but his grip tightened as Luke turned. "It's time to leave,"

"Fennec is outside," Fett said, turning to Luke with his helmet re-donned. "She has your supplies. We'd better get moving,"

continued

[chlodani]

This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Beginning Special Edition Part 18. . .

Fred's P.O.V.

I couldn't look away from Y/n as she lay motionless on the hospital bed. Neville was on the other side of her, looking down at the floor. He didn't want anyone to know he had been crying or that he was crying. Though I've known him as long as I've known Y/n. Despite waiting for Y/n to choose between us, Neville is still one of my best friends and that is because of Y/n. Though even though Y/n hasn't made her decision between me and Neville yet, I think she has already decided to choose Neville. Which I'm okay with. All I want is for Y/n to be happy. Right now all I want is for her to be okay. I sighed as I looked at Y/n. I softly took her hand in mine. All I can think of is, what would've happened if I'd gotten there sooner than I did? Would I have been able to stop him from attacking her? Would I have been able to protect her? Then again Im not too sure I would've been able to control myself if anyone had tried attacking her in front of me. George walked back into the room and over to me. He was carrying a bag from me and Y/n's favorite restaurant, Sandwich Palace, and had a drink carrier with three drinks. He walked over to the side I was on, sitting in the chair he previously sat in.

"Freddie, I brought you and Neville some food," George said to me.

"Thanks Georgie, but Im not hungry," I told him.

"Neither am I," Neville spoke up.

"I know how you guys must be feeling, But you havent eaten in two days. You haven't had anything to drink in two days. Im worried about you Freddie," George said to me with concern.

"Im sorry Georgie, but all I can think about is Y/n," I said to my brother.

"I understand Fred, but how do you think Y/n would feel about you two not taking care of yourselves, she'd want you to eat and make sure you guys were okay," George told us.

Neville and I both sighed.

"She's right Fred, what would Y/n say to us both right now?" Neville asked me.

"Probably tell you both to stop being a stubborn ass and eat the food George bought for you," George spoke.

"Yeah," I stated softly.

George handed me the sandwich and the soda he bought for me.

"Thanks George," Neville said to him as he handed Neville what he bought for him.

Neville and I both sighed as we slowly began to eat. I know George is right. Y/n would be yelling at us for not taking care of ourselves. And knowing her she'd probably smack us both. Thats one of the things I love so much about her. How caring she is.

"Guys! -"

Jami rushed back into the room. Rushing back over standing next to Neville.

"Has she woken up yet?" Jami asked almost in a state of panic.

"No change," Neville responded softly.

Jami was quiet for a minute as she looked at me and Neville.

"I see you two are finally eating," she said to us a bit surprised.

"Yeah," was all I said.

"Thanks to me," George added.

Jami looked directly at George.

"And how did you swing that one?" She asked him.

"I told them that Y/n would want them to take care of themselves, and that she'd kick both of their asses if they didnt eat soon," George responded.

Jami chuckled with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, thats my sister for you. She cares for Fred and Neville a lot and thats all she wants for them is to be taken care of, - She's stubborn - And she's strong - She'll make it out of this," Jami spoke trying to reassure herself.

Her, Neville, and I all sighed once more as we looked at Y/n. I held her hand a little tighter while Neville grabbed hold of her other hand. Why wasnt I there to protect her?

Sometime later that same day. . .

Neville's P.O.V.

At the moment Fred and I were the only ones in the room. Adelina texted me not that long ago to find out if Y/n had woken up. I told her no, but she told me that if she does wake up, not to tell her that she went out looking for the guy that attacked her. She wouldnt tell me much else, just that she was going out to find him. I tried to talk her out of it, but as we all know, you cant talk Adelina Sweetdove out of anything. Once she has something set in her mind to do, she doesn't give up until its done. Colby took Jami home, without her wanting to leave, so she could get some rest. Adelina asked both me and Fred to stay here and protect Y/n, just in case her attacker showed back up. And also to make sure that Y/n stays here - that is if she wakes up. My stomach was spinning in a thousand circles. I honestly felt like throwing up. I didnt know if she was gonna wake up and I was scared to death that she wouldn't. If I had've gone home with her like I planned, none of this would've happened. I could've protected her. Im honestly hoping that she chooses me. I know how much she loves me. She proved it the other night in my apartment. I know she's already made her decision. And I know she loves Fred and I have nothing against him. I just dont know what I'd do without her. And if she did decide for Fred over me, I guess I'd have to be okay with it. All I want is for Y/n to be happy. I couldnt look away from her. As a tear trickled from my eye, I held her hand a little tighter. My heart jumped when I felt her squeeze my hand. Fred and I both looked at her. She must've done the same to him, seeing as he was holding onto her other hand.

"Hey guys, why the long faces?" Y/n asked us casually as if nothing had happened and she was just waking up from a long nap.

I couldnt say anything as I looked at her do to shock.

"Y/n!" Fred exclaimed before quickly leaning down, pressing their lips together, holding her in a passionate kiss.

At that moment all I wanted to do was kick his ass. Y/n honestly didn't know how to react as he leaned back.

"Sorry," Fred spoke as he looked at me.

I closed my eyes for a split second as I took in a soft breath. I felt Y/n take my hand softly.

"Hey, Neville, I know you're still here and there's something I'd like to speak with both of you about," Y/n spoke as she pulled me a little closer to the bed.

Fred and I both knew exactly what she wanted to say. My heart started to race a thousand times faster. Fred moved his chair closer to the bed as did I. Fred still had hold of her other hand.

"Y/n, you don't have to do this. Not here, not now. You just woke up," Fred told her in a soft soothing voice.

"No, Fred, I have to do this, - While I was asleep I've had a lot of time to think, and I think I've made you two wait long enough -"

Both Fred and I took in a soft breath. Y/n looked directly at Fred and I thought I was done for.

"Fred, you are an amazing guy. You're sweet, kind, caring, considerate, you have a love for pretty much anything. You're protective and you've always cared about my problems. I love you, I know I've always loved you since that day in your fourth year when we spent the entire day together, just me and you. And you made the ice in the frozen lake, represent a heart of our friendship. I now know that you were trying to tell me you liked me back then, but you couldn't exactly find the right words. And the times we've had together have been the best times of my life, especially when you've been there for me, when I needed someone. However, I'm close to Neville to and - my heart belongs to him, -"

My stomach dropped a thousand feet. Fred took in a soft deep breath.

"I'm sorry Fred, I'll always love you, -"

"Dont be sorry sweetheart, I understand and I told you I would understand if you chose Neville, and that all I want is for you to be happy. I know Neville will make you happy. And Im still your best friend," Fred told her calmly.

I was honestly surprised. And still shocked. But also very happy. Fred hugged Y/n, leaving a soft kiss to her cheek. I smiled as I sat next to her on the bed. I couldnt help myself as I locked our fingers together. She smiled at me softly.

"So, where's Adelina?" She asked us.

Fred and I didnt say anything. We tried to avoid conversation as we looked away from her. She was very suspicious as she looked at us.

"Guys?" She asked again.

"Y/n!!"

Jami dropped the two bottles of water on the floor as she looked at her sister. Jami ran over to the bed, practically throwing herself at Y/n. Y/n chuckled as she hugged her tightly.

"Geez, you guys act like I wasnt going to wake up," Y/n spoke with amusement.

Jami hugged her tighter.

"We were afraid you weren't going to," Jami told her.

"Ah, come on guys, you know me, Im stronger than that," She told us.

I couldnt stop the smile that came to me. Jami leaned back from her. I brought her hand to my lips, kissing it softly.

"Of course you are beautiful," I said to her.

She smiled softly at me. I missed her gorgeous, beautiful smile. She is everything Ive ever dreamed of. I love her with my entire being.

"Jewel, maybe you can answer this question for me, where is Adelina?" Y/n asked her.

"Uh, Im not exactly sure where she went, but she said she was going to go out to take care of something. And she'd try to be back later," Jami answered her casually.

A scared look crossed her face.

"Oh no she didn't, - Thats it -"

Y/n threw the blanket off of her, and tried to get up. Fred and I both quickly stopped her as we were instructed to.

"Guys, if you dont let go of me right now, I'll be doing a whole lot more than just kicking your asses, - Now let me go," she said to us in a demanding tone.

"Not until you promise to sit back," I told her.

"I can't Neville, I have to protect my sister," she spoke out.

"She'll be fine Y/n, you know how your sister is. Trust me, she wants you safe and right now the safest place for you is with us," Fred told her.

She grunted in annoyance and irritation as she laid back.

"Oh, Y/n you're awake, -"

We looked to see Dumbledore as he walked into the room.

"Albus where's Adelina?" Y/n asked him in a quick panic.

"Don't worry about her Y/n. She is safe, -"

"But she went after him, how can she be safe?!"

"I have my best professor looking after her. She will return safely, I promise, - And congratulations Mr. Longbottom," Dumbledore spoke walking closer to the bed.

Its almost as if he knew about Y/n's decision. How does he do that?

To be continued. . .

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